Page 42 of Devil to Pay: Cutter

“Okay, but I’m hungry again. Sue me.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “I’d rather fuck you.”

“You can do that too, seeing as you might need some sexual healing after talking to Vlad.”

“Love you, woman.” He pulls me in for a kiss before swatting my ass. “Now go make yourself a sandwich. I want you energized for that sexual healing.”

There’s so much to choose from. Roast beef, turkey, veggies and cheese, but out of the blue, I want olive loaf on white bread with lettuce, tomato, and cheese. As I’m searching the refrigerator, I find a package of olive loaf with ‘Knuckles’ written on it. Knuckles isn’t tall, but he’s wide, strong, and tough. I have no idea if he likes me or not. But I really want that olive loaf.

Since Knuckles isn’t around that I’ve seen, I say a quick prayer to the universe then steal two pieces of it. I’ll buy more the next time I run to the store.

The sandwich doesn’t feel like enough. I grab a can of Pringles, a bag of baby carrots, the jar of pickles, and two Swiss cake rolls, along with a Coke Zero. As I leave the kitchen heading for our room, I almost run into Sarge because I’m too busy stuffing my face with chips to pay attention. A tall, lean, solid wall of muscle. That would’ve hurt and sent me sprawling onto the floor spilling all my delicious snacks.

“Whoa!” He grabs my arms to steady me.

“Sorry,” I say through my mouthful. Greer got lucky with him. Sarge happens to be part of the too-sexy-for-his-own-good biker club. Not every biker in this place is a member. Cutter definitely is. That man could chair the club. I finally got lucky, too.

“You taking lunch to Cut?”

“No. He’s talking with Vlad in the office. This is mine.”

Sarge looks me up and down. “Little thing like you is going to eat all that?”

I swallow hard. “Yes.”

“Are you pregnant?”

“What—no. Screw you.”Give a girl heart attack, why don’t you.

He holds his hands up placatingly. “Okay, sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just when Greer is pregnant, she can’t seem to get enough food in the beginning. For both Tasha and Ace.”

“Well, I’m just hungry.” I’m not. Not anymore. I feel positively green. There’s no way. No possible way. Right?

Casually, so as to not call attention to myself, I walk to our bedroom, unlock the door, then throw the food onto the dresser top to fish my phone from my pocket. It’s safe to say I’m about to royally freak out.

“Dus,” I say when she answers.

“Yeah, babe, what’s up?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at Nic’s.”

“Shit. I need you and it’s both in a friend and possibly doctor capacity. Please don’t say anything to Nic. I’m in my room and I got real hungry again after we got back, so I made myself a big sandwich and it didn’t seem like enough, so I got a tube of Pringles, a bag of carrots, a jar of pickles, and two Swiss cake rolls, then Sarge saw me and thought I was bringing lunch for Cutter, too. When I saidnohe asked if I was pregnant and I’m officially freaking out.”

“Okay. Take a breath.”

I breathe in and out slowly. “I realized that I’ve been eating way more than I usually do and my boobs are sensitive. I didn’t even give it a second thought until Sarge stopped me, now—oh, my god.”

“I’m on my way. Be there in a few minutes. We’ll head to my office.”

She hangs up the phone, but I can’t wait for her to get here. I throw my food in the trash and walk, again calmly, back outside to wait for her. Once she reaches me, Dusty places the back of her hand to my forehead. “You’re sweating and look sick, but you aren’t warm.”

“You didn’t say anything?”

“No, of course not.”

We climb into Reaper’s truck that he keeps parked up here when he’s not using his Harley because their garage doesn’t have room for three vehicles. I send Cutter a quick text telling him I’m going into town with Dusty and I’ll be back shortly.

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